Lion Head Mesa Malachite

The curse was starling! She stills momentarily, watching the flustered woman from a distance before padding forward cautiously at her invitation.

But Tavina is quick to warm, stern violet eyes shifting to intrigue, and Eset will decide she does not mind her foul mouth. In fact it in ways suits the medic, and alludes to a level of trust between them, or at least that she feels- she is not so comfortable in anyone else’s presence.

It’s enough to garner a little laugh, “Maybe I can help distract from the heat?”

She gingerly places her gatherings before the woman.

“I’ve brought you,” she pauses to turn out the pouch, “a bit of everything. I know it’s a whole forest. I could not remember what you needed so I figured I’d cover my bases.”

The fellahin's shoulders give rise, eyes reaching across, praying it would not be perceived as an insult and that Tavina could forgive her ignorance.

“Well, Doctor, anything valuable?”